Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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itabergal College Jflap ne VOL. VIII. MAY, 1915 NO. I I send the best photograph that I have, ana shall be )ery much honoured if the young ladies under your charge will give it a place. I have always felt a deep in- terest in your college. I appreciate your kind remarks as to the honour con- ferred upon me in gaining the command of the Second Contingent or Division, and hope that I shall succeed in deserving it. From Major-General Steele ' s letter to Miss Jones.

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HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 11 Principal ' g Hetter, Havergal College, Winnipeg, April 28th, 1915. My dear Girls: Like all other things in these great days, our Magazine bears the impress of the War. It is therefore especially fitting that as frontispiece we have an excellent likeness of the best-known and most honored of our western soldiers — General Steele. To him has fallen the arduous task of leading our Second Canadian Expeditionary Force, and we are confident that he will add to the many laurels he has gained on other fields. General Steele has so often shown his kind interest in the College that we felt a per- sonal gratification in his recent honour, and all our hopes and prayers and good wishes will go with him and his gallant men. This week has brought heavy tidings to many Canadian homes. We enter the Valley of the Shadow with a quickened sense of the burden borne since last August by the mothers and wives of the Homeland, and by those heroic daughters of the Allied Coun- tries who have seen their homes swept away in the hour of deepest bereavement. The women of the Western world — and the girls that shall be the women of our Empire — stand very close to- gether in this hour. We are not all called to enter the Valley — perhaps we are not worthy, but the Shadow lies upon us all. Christian must needs go through it, because the way to the Celestial City lay through the midst of it. Now, this Valley is a very solitary place. How solitary, none can tell but the pilgrims who pass through, each one alone. All our loving sympathy can do little to bring them into a sense of fellowship; their very grief sets them apart. The pathway is here exceeding narrow, and though we may follow, we cannot walk abreast. In the great allegory Christian called, as we do in our longing to help them, to him that was before; but he knew not what to answer, for that he also thought himself to be alone. Yet on that dark road, over which hung the discouraging clouds of Confusion, there came to both travellers the conviction that they were not alone, that behind the shadow God was with them. May it be so with us and all we love when our call comes.